Thank you, johneeb and mmcmillan2!
Part 2I departed Tulsa for my 3rd day of the journey close to two weeks after I landed in Tulsa, due to the aforementioned weather systems rolling through the country along with some of the stuff I had to take care of back home. The weather looked good heading West of Tulsa, and I was intending to cross the mountains just south of Albuquerque, and stop at Belen Regional (KBRG), or prior to the mountains at Moriarty, NM (K0E0) if the weather didn’t look promising to cross the mountains once I hit there. My plans were thwarted by rain and descending ceilings just NW of Oklahoma City, so I chose to divert to Kingfisher, OK (F92) to grab lunch and see if conditions would improve in an hour or so. I borrowed the airport courtesy car, and headed into downtown Kingfisher, where I had a nice little lunch at City Cafe, and saw a cool mural.

- Downtown Kingfisher, OK Mural
The weather did clear up a bit by the time I finished lunch, so I departed F92 for my next leg.
I made a short hop over to Perry LeFors Field (KPPA), in Pampa, TX, because I wanted to fuel up there for a longer leg to potentially cross the pass between the Sandia mountains and the Manzano mountains. It was a very nice little airport, and they fueled up Diane for me, while I did some flight planning.

- Perry LeFors Field in. Pampa, TX
Departing KPPA, I didn’t get very far before some more rain closing in on me from all around had me looking for diverting options. So I landed in Hereford, TX, famous for the breed of cows by the same name, and took a little time to review the TAF’s and other forecasts, and it quickly became apparent that it didn’t look like it would be wise to continue with winds starting to get pretty gusty, and ceilings and visibility degrading. A young lineman at the airport named Matt led me to a hangar where I could park Diane for the night, and he handed me the keys to the courtesy car to get lodging at the local best Western. There didn’t seem to be much to do in Hereford, so I had an early meal at a little Mexican restaurant, and did my flight planning for the next day’s flight legs.
The next morning, Day 4, was quite chilly, and as I was doing my pre-flight inspection, a pickup truck pulled up behind me on the ramp, and idled for a bit. I wasn’t sure if I was blocking his way, so I walked over to the driver’s side and asked if everything was ok. The driver, who was on the phone smiled and said, “oh yeah, I just wanted to look at your plane. I’ve got a 170, too, right on the other side of these hangars.” I asked him if I could see it, and he said “sure, hop in.” So we drove around to his hangar, and we chatted for a bit. He told me his name was Terry Shelton, and I asked him if he was a member of TIC170A, and it turns out he is! He opened his hangar, and inside was his very nice ‘53 170B. His has a 180 HP conversion, too! I have to admit I’m a bit jealous of all you guys and gals with upgraded 180 HP Engines!
I snapped a quick selfie of us, and we headed back to my plane so I could get going. Terry wished me safe travels and said he was really happy to see another 170 at his airport. It was pretty cool to meet a fellow 170 owner and his plane. Unfortunately, the morning was cold enough that my battery didn’t have enough oomph to get Diane cranked up and running. After a few attempts, it just simply died on me. Fortunately, Matt, the lineman, was able to help me with a battery booster pack. We successfully jumped Diane, and I was on my way.
Unfortunately, Mother Nature had other plans for me, so I didn’t get nearly as far as I wanted to that day.
To be continued…